I cover his mouth as his release coats my other hand and keep jerking him until nothing more comes out. When he’s squirming away from my touch, I lift him into my arms and carry him back to bed.
“You had your fun. My turn now.”
Chapter 6
I wake up to an empty bed and panic takes over. Fuck. After we got back to the room, I was so worked up, I threw Cal onto the mattress, then fucked his tight hole until I filled him.
Wasn’t wild or crazy, but I buried myself inside him. Still remember the adoring look on his face, as if he finally felt whole. He got so needy, we even did it again.
Last thing I remember was him curling into me, and then I must’ve fallen asleep. Without putting the jougs back on.
Jumping out of bed, I quickly throw on cargo pants, socks, and a flannel shirt, then race to get my boots by the door.
“What lit a fire under your ass this morning?”
I spin around. Rex leans against the kitchen entryway, a mug in one hand.
“Cal—”
“Is out back with Devon.”
I straighten, lips pressed into a thin line, gaze concentrated on my friend. Not what I was expecting. But I’m not relieved either. That little psycho could go off at any moment. “If he hurts my—”
“Cal’s teaching him how to split wood for the fireplace.”
“Satan’s spawn has an ax?” I stalk past Rex to the kitchen window that faces out back. Luckily, Cal’s the one with the ax while Devon watches.
“They’re fine.”
And he’s not lying because my little fawn’s . . . laughing. Like, genuinely laughing as he hands Devon the ax. And that little psycho is smiling too.
What fucking universe did I just wake up in?
Haven’t seen Cal laugh like that in years. Since his sister was alive. My chest tightens but not due to fear.
It’s something else. Something overwhelming that makes my eyes wet.
Rex groans, then coughs a little beside me, and I turn to find him staring out the window as well.
When I lift a brow, he huffs. “Haven’t seen Devon smile like that. Ever.”
“Liar.” I clear my throat and shove him with my shoulder, grateful for the distraction. “That little psycho is obsessed with you. Has all heart eyes for you.”
“Eh, this is different. He genuinely seems happy right now.” Rex puts his mug down on the counter. “He had a hard life. Don’t know if he ever had friends. Didn’t have siblings, that much I know. His father was a piece of shit.”
I look back out at the boys. Friends. Something so simple, but after most of the population died coming across people is rare, let alone finding someonefriendly. I’m lucky to have had Rex and Colt through most of it.
And Cal had his sister for a while.
Seeing him with Devon . . . Shit, I almost forgot the world we live in now. The two look normal, like friends fucking around. But a new thought enters, eating away at my momentary happiness.
My fingers grip the corner of the counter, my knuckles turning white. “We’re old.”
“No shit.”
I shake my head. “No, I meanweareold. Way older than them. They’ll outlive us.”
“Your point?”
